User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Tavern of the Rusted Claw/@comment-3135907-20150410175241/@comment-3135907-20150812043952

"Scurvin's a master o' th' six an' nine, mucker. Ain't yer?" he called to a thin, lazy-looking stoat on the far side of the deck. The stoat merely nodded and stood up.

"How's about a match?"

"I'm game." The stoat looked to Asrin.